All the good gifts ever got Inevitably lost I imagine stretched along a constellation Inhabiting a cosmos of closet bottoms Your misplaced affections are never lost upon me
It's Christmas in Columbus Won't be the same without you though
Tell me what you really want Tell me what you really need I know I owe you something good I know I owe you something sweet
Plastic Baby Jesuses line the lawns of the righteous kids As for you among your friends who says Jesus is who he say he is? The ghost of Christmas past is gone All we get are these old songs I will cherish every note rattling its way out of your old throat
It's Christmas in Columbus won't be the same without you though